Our hands were interlocked as we walked back, and while it felt so unbelievably right to be holding Kian’s hand, it also felt oddly surreal. Maybe it was because it had been ages since anyone had held my hand like that—like it meant something—or maybe it was because I had just come so hard from him rubbing himself on me that my legs still felt a little weak.
Who would’ve guessed that hearing Kian tell me he would give me as big of a family as I wanted would be such a massive turn-on? That him openly stating he would do absolutely anything to make us into something real, something permanent, would flip a switch in me I didn’t even know existed? Maybe it was because the idea of family—the dream I had clung to for so long—had always felt like a distant, fragile fantasy. It had been a goal co
